Dawn, a newcomer to the Monday night games at the Blue Parrot, recently wrote a recap of her experiences on her blog. Here's a bit:
Last night was the big game. We played at Signor Ferrari's apartment (Ugarte and Pauley) were also in attendance. I knew I was in trouble when one player referred to another, as "one of the poker bloggers."For the record, Dawn walked away up $24!! Here's a little bit more:
Hmmm...maybe I shouldn't be playing my third game of poker in a room full of men who blog about poker.
Once everyone was seated around the table, we were each dealt one card face up.
"What're these for?" Dawn casually asks.
"It's dealer's choice. High card picks."
"What does dealer's choice mean?" Dawn nervously asks.
"Dealer picks the game."
"Umm...we're not playing poker?"
Considering in my life I had only ever played 5 card stud where jokers and twos were wild and Texas hold 'em (which I learned by watching celebrities play on tv), I imagine in that moment I collapsed into a pile of chips right before their very eyes. Easy sucker money.
I decided that it was time to leave, but I couldn't figure out a feasible exit strategy --the phone rang and it was someone wanting to know if there was any more room at the table. His name was, I believe "dead money."All in all another wild night.
Seeing my opportunity I said I would be leaving soon, dead money was then told to come over (oh and "to hit the ATM heh heh heh")
These guys are evil.